Chapter 58: Artemis

“Witch.” Theia growls.

I am silent. The accusation is true I suppose, though I know nothing of what it means to be true. It isn’t the whole truth.

“Am I not also wolf?” I question. “Does being one erase the other?”

Theia growls in response.

“Well if you hadn’t so rudely interrupted, perhaps we could’ve figured out how the connection across our plane in the spiritual plane works.” I grumble as I cross my arms across my chest. “Tell me what you know of witches.”

“Where would I begin?” Theia muses.

“At the beginning?” I offer.

Theia scoffs. “We don’t have endless amounts of time.” She reasons.

“No, I suppose we do not. I’m tired of being left in the dark.” I say. “When you don’t know, how do you know what you need to know?”

Theia exhales deeply. The air from her lungs makes a snorting sound as it passes through her snout.

“In ancient times, the three faced goddess represented Selene, Hecate, and Artemis. Artemis the maiden, Selene the mother, and Hecate the crone. All th